The lady's talking sweet

Music: A. Kowollik, Text: A. Kowollik
© 1991 all rights reserved

Your minds an only child since years now
It learnt to live alone
While others settle down forever
You still roam
But love is what you need, you need it so bad
If you can't find love, love will make you crawl
Freedom is the thing that it's all about
But if you can't find love, it makes no sense at all

Yes the lady's talking sweet
She winds down at your feet
Like ivy on a churchwall
And while she prays that you will stay
Many miles away
Another part of you calls
But the lady's talking sweet

And you know home is where the heart is
But your heart is in the winds
Out there where the lines are ending
Your freedom begins
But tell me where's your home when the cold wind's blowing
And the night falls down like misery from the skies
I hope you're down where the sheets are warm
Where the minds are gentle and your spirit's running high

Yes the lady's talking sweet
She winds down at your feet
Like ivy on a churchwall
And while she prays that you will stay
Many miles away
The other part of you calls
But the lady's talking sweet

Sweet - sweet

And the lady's talking sweet
She winds down at your feet
Like ivy on a churchwall
And while she prays that you will stay
So many miles away
The other part of you calls
But the lady's talking sweet

Sweet - sweet - sweet